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This week has felt very dark, and on Thursday I was listening, as I do in good times and in bad, but perhaps most often when I'm in need of something somber and reflective, to Leonard Cohen.

And no one knows where the night is going...

If it be Your will...

The songs played in my car. Then I got home and my husband said, "Didn't you hear? Leonard Cohen died today.

And in the times we find ourselves, I found this poem of Cohen's. And I'd like to share it, because it speaks to my artist's soul:

The Only Poem

This is the only poemI can readI am the only onecan write itI didn’t kill myselfwhen things went wrongI didn’t turnto drugs or teachingI tried to sleepbut when I couldn’t sleepI learned to writeI learned to writewhat might be readon nights like thisby one like me